Haiku by Mr. DeVirgilis

the bubbles stare up
my pencil shakes - uncertain:
should I just pick C?

fear of waves? I laugh
but she hears the poor drown souls –
murdering spirits

pick your switch to thrash
not one that will break or scar
but one that will hurt

the killing was safe
but the heart! hearken the heart!
guilt, the body, sings

the long legg’d spider
he tickles my snoring nose
explores my wet mouth

taking out the trash
I wildly sprint back in fear
a bullet may strike

what if I'm alone?
not a soul at my death bed
a broken heart stings